Sirf Socho…
Na hota ujaala,
Toh hota bhor ka janm.
Dhundh mein,
Thodi subha ki kiran.
Shiv ki jata mein,
Ganga ka janm.
Thandi hawa mein,
Aarti ka anand.
Soyi patiyon mein,
Koyal ki koohoo.
Ped ki ched mein,
Gilhari ki chatpat.
Bheegi oss mein,
Kali ki rimjim.
Chhat mein,
Chai ka sukoon.
Pakode mein,
Swaad ka tadka.
Mann mein,
Chhain se samarpan.
Aatma mein,
Antar se milan.
Aur…
Phir Maa aayi…
Jaago… subah hui,
Good Morning:)
No reasons why,
Sometimes…
A room filled searches none, but you
Threesome company alongside, still so lonely
Smartphone in-hand, can only text you
Flashing a beauty smile, my laughter always shys’
The winters’ here, but the warmths’ faraway.
Why still…
Eyes want you,
Silence murmurs you,
Caress longs you,
Peck seeks you,
Lips feel you,
And, soft love calls you.
One says,
Heart is fonder when distant,
I say,
No reasons why,
My heart still skips a beat…
Each time,
Bcoz it’s You.
As you turn 1 we toast to November 21:)
Crawling on four,
You scramble for one,
Teeny weeny totsie,
You clock on one.
Ushering slow,
The cheer one on one.
Coming close,
We celebrate; its ONE.
Mann ka khel,
Ya tann ka mel…
Shabdon ka khiladi,
Rachna mein nivaasi.
Kahi eshwar mein,
Toh kabhi shobha mein…
Dil ki muraad se,
Mera ardaaz mein.
Hai kahi bheetar,
Talaash jaari baahar…
Aisa woh chitchor,
Kone mein halka sa shor.
Chupke se aayi soch,
Mann ki baat, roz…
Sukoon hai yahi,
Jahaan wohi hi sahi.
Kuch kahoon,
Sukoon ka ek naam…
Mann ka woh shyam,
Woh naam…
Sirf woh naam,
Ab, mera dhaam!
Koi lamhe ne poocha,
Kahan hai teri manzil…
Koi lamhe ne poocha,
Kahan hai teri manzil…
Ishq hai mera musafir,
Wohi hai meri manzil.
____________________
Teri nazar se hum aise guzre,
Nain se nain yunhi katraye…
Teri nazar se hum aise guzre,
Nain se nain yunhi katraye…
Khaamosh thi saari mehfil,
Phir bhi palkon ne kahein afsaane.
Life hits a purpose,
Next junction is its intent.
Crawl a further stop,
Call it your destination.
Hail glory!
Let it be a dream.
Uno step; its high time,
Miles to travel everytime.
Stones alter,
And pebbles falter.
Rocky edges,
The agile drives… a lille farther.
Whipped white on its road,
Cream can be scarce.
I still chose to walk,
For the dream is my task.
Hey today,
Found my purpose;
And its relevance.
Flashed in infinites,
Lifes’ a turning point…
Call it your ‘one million station!‘
Mehak gaon ki,
Mitti mein jaa basi.
Basera jazbaaton se…
Rooh ka kafila chala,
Gehraaiyon mein buna raha.
Woh kaisi yaari,
Log kahe dil-daari.
Daman uska kaise khali…
Saath-hi-saath,
Chale duniya saari.
Kabhi iss kadar,
Kabhi uss dagar.
Ghume woh shehr shehr…
Banjaara woh na sahi,
Dastak de har koi.
Koun hai…
Kahan hai!
Yahaan hoon yaar,
Tere paas, tere saath.
Main sirf main hoon…
Mujhse tu hai,
Mera naam Aks hai.
Lambi kaali chaadar…
Thoda sa dil ♥
Dheeme dheeme badhti hain.
Roshni laaye shamaa…
Thodi si pigalti hain.
Sanaata laayi khaamoshi…
Phir bhi kuch kehti hain.
Aarzoo dil ke kone mein,
Yunhi aaj behti hain!
Along the red of rose,
And white of lilies…
Circled in wide blue,
Lies a radius.
A ‘Supreme’.
An incubator of existence,
Or a haven of spells…
Rings showers of cheer,
Or shrills of fear.
Intangible in its layer,
A placebo it may be…
Suspended it swings,
On the edge as its gear.
Stripped from the rear,
Still whole as a center…
Some say its spice,
I call it ‘Life!’
Woh kya hai jiski rooh nahi,
Woh koun hai jiska raaz nahi,
Phir bhi kabrr par sajta wohi…
Woh kaha hai jiska dhaam nahi,
Woh kabhi hawa se jukta nahi,
Phir bhi aangan mein basta wohi…
Woh kaisa hai jiski baat nahi,
Woh kyon hai jiske jazbaat nahi,
Phir bhi sej pe sajta wohi…
Woh dil pe na kaabu paya,
Woh kyon shabdon se na takraaya,
Phir bhi sehre se bandha wohi…
Woh anant mein kyon,
Woh moksh mein kab,
Mile kuch aise…
Jaise,
Puja ki dhun mein jab,
Aarti ke sur mein sab,
Dev ki bhakti mein tab,
Paavandham ka ek louta nivaasi wohi…
Bataon yaaron,
Woh koun…
Pushpp:
Ae jindadi tu dass mainu…
Kithe tu,
Aur… kitne tere maslein.
Na kaha; toh faasle badh gaye,
Aur bole toh faisle bann gaye.
Na ruke; toh haath chooth gaye,
Aur juke toh dil judd gaye.
Na sunna; toh ankhaan bhar aayie,
Aur samjha toh kaleje vichh thand paayi.
Na himmat; toh mann di joli khali,
Aur sher-da-jigra toh mutthi ekk bhaari.
Ab toh thoda dass…
Ae Jindadi,
Kithe tu…
….Tere vich koun…
Main… ya meri parchaayie!
Close your eyes.
Dream…
Follow your dreams,
Chase them.
Coz…
Dreams hold the power,
To transform realities.
Shape truths,
And build legacies.
Believe in your dreams,
Embrace them.
Coz…
Dreams share tales,
Of sweet sweat.
Hot pursuit,
And healing faith.
Promise to dream,
Much beyond.
Coz…
Beyond is the open sky,
Of limitless canvas.
With air to breathe,
And space to fly.
Dream to shine,
And be the twilight.
Coz…
Each sparkle is divine,
In a star so unborn.
Let the Hero rise,
Inside you, from within.
Unfold stories; until untold!
Khayaalon se karoon ek sawaal,
Meelon tak itni doori kyon?
Manzil koi dastak de,
Ankahe saare raaz kahe.
Woh meri zidd,
Mera jazba,
Aur junoon.
Jeene ka andaaz woh,
Mar mitne ka khawab bhi woh.
Aisa hi hai woh…
Jigar ke paar,
Jeet ka vaar.
Josh ki lalkaar,
Mann ki pukaar.
Bas aur koi nahi,
Akela woh, akela main.
Hum ladte rahe,
Phir bhi chalte rahe.
Haste haste…
Kabhi woh meri dagar,
Aur main uske nagar.
Aisa mera woh humsafar…
~ Mera Hounsla!
Nazar chura ke tum na dekho,
Jhuki aankhon se tum na muskurao,
Dekho kuch aise…
Khawbon ki haqueeqat dekho.
Khula neela pyaar dekho.
Parindon ki udaan dekho.
Hawa ka jhokha dekho.
Mitti ki khushboo dekho.
Aangan ki pukaar dekho.
Khayaalon ka ehsaas dekho.
Izhaar mein ikraar dekho.
Kabhi toh kehdo,
Yeh ishq hai…
Haan, mujhe ishq hai.
Zubaan-e-ishq ibadaat dekho!
Alone on a long stretch,
Walking in wet sands…
I aim to see far,
And hold it more near.
Thin air sways me,
A swoosh brushes me…
I walk a mile ahead,
In search of only; she.
Soft waves soak me,
With a gush of pristine…
I quest to find her,
Amidst the waves of blue.
The scent of her,
Brings me close…
To make me ponder,
Who I chose?
One to the heart,
One to the soul…
On its way,
Clung to the shore.
Who knocks inside,
And what does it say…
Can she be my answer,
My heart knows it all.
Maangle tu aaj,
Toofani lambi raat.
Buja de saare deepak,
Umeedon ke dwaar.
Jal gayi rasi,
Par bal na tuta.
Chalta rahe kafila,
Bhay naam hai tera.
Shikanj meri itni,
Koshish karta rahoon.
Joh jung mein hai tu,
Toh vaar main bhi karoon.
Tu bhay hai,
Toh main hosla hoon.
Tu le panaah soch mein,
Toh main dil mein basu.
Tu kamzor bana faislon ko,
Main buland awaaz dil ki.
Dagmagaye kabhi tere paiyr,
Main pathar ki ek lakir.
Sunn yaara apne mann ki,
Sirf andar dil ki.
Bhaga yeh bhay ko,
Mita uske ghar ko.
Jala mashaal roshni ki,
Ujaala kar aashiyaane ko.
Darr ka na koi naam,
Bhala uska kya hai kaam.
Rukna nahi,
Aur zukna nahi.
Maut se aage tu nikal,
Zindagi; silsilon ka…
Keval ek naam hai.
Wish to…wish;
I wish to isolate on a lonely island…
With spreads of blue,
And white cushions to sink my two.
Life of aqua blue,
Layered in dives of untouched clues.
Green moss to gather,
Bring carpets on old leather.
Tropical wine; a sweet linger,
Fruit divine for the thirsty soul.
Stringed bikinis tightly wrapped,
Vagabonds are free to roam.
Simple life and forget all cares,
Naked love is all I swear.
Sometimes I wish…
This is the life,
To run me deep.
And awaken my soul.
Bang on…
The banks of happiness.
Clung tight…
To the shores of inner peace.
Is this me?
Yes, it was…
And, is always me!
~ The Wanderer.
#irshad
Jitni shiddat hai,
Usse tu kho na de…
Jitni shiddat hai,
Usse tu kho na de…
Andheron mein gum si jaaye.
Suna hai ussi mein hai ibbadat.
Sambhale rakh…
Kya pata wahi mera khuda mil jaaye.
Woh rang kya kehta,
Ghulta hawa mein aisa…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Lagi thodi puraani.
Woh rang ki chunar mein,
Lipte sapne saare…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Lagi duniya niraali.
Woh rang hai mera,
Dhuaan gulab ka…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Lagi mehak mithas ki.
Woh dil holle bole,
Ishq hua dheere se…
Kuch baat thi aisi,
Bani yeh meri kahaani.
Rang aaj yeh kehta,
Tere rang mein rang jaaon…
Dhai akshar prem ka,
Aaj sunn meri zubaani.
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Tu agyanta no sagar,
Hoon surya ni tej rekha…
Chaal maari saathe,
Jaaye ek navi disha…
Chod jagat na mann dukh,
Bhaatu bandh aaje navu…
Sharan le shamapna ni,
Samarpan de, deh nu….
Parmatma nu sharnu sweekar kar,
Moksh na dware tu obho…
Ekaj matra aatma ni saambhal,
Bas havee tu paglu maand…
Someday somewhere…
Inside the big.
We miss,
And we drift.
We are lost.
I miss you…
Not enough.
I claim you…
Not worth.
I want you…
Not just.
How if sometimes…
No words, but feel.
No ideas, but sense.
No reads, but hear.
How if sometimes…
Simply be.
In silence,
With maturity.
In laughter,
With tears.
In respect,
With pride.
In accomplishments,
With giving.
In sacrifice,
With holding.
And, in me…
With you.
Life moved.
I grew,
And I grew tall.
Neglecting routine reserves,
Thinking they were all mine.
Things that were once free,
Soon came priced.
The inhale of fresh oxygen,
Now, layered with a nosy mask.
The solitude of lush greens,
Patrolled by guarded cops.
The zest of barefoot run,
Lie inside an online yoga room.
The silence of holy shrine,
Deliver home-made prayers.
The crisp of morning newsprint,
Surface a lifeless touchscreen.
The joy of hand-picked dailies,
Shrink-wrap in a market app.
The sizzle of hot popcorn in cinema,
Couch on indoor live streaming.
The thrill of real santoor,
Play on headphones in playlists.
The ghazal of Jagjit,
Ripples nostalgia in whisky.
The fine dining impression,
Sit at home-made dinner tables.
The roar of 3.00 am friends,
Mute with Zoom call Hi’s…
The promise of our well-being,
Commit insurance in covid covers.
The retire of one’s sweat,
Trend live stories on instagram.
The peace of mindful sleep,
Hover with what’s for tomorrow.
The warmth of love,
Is touched with woody silence.
What happened… Who knocked?
It only said,
I give… I retaliate…
Absences with absence.
Affection with affection.
Friendship with friendship.
Loyalty with loyalty.
No more one sided feelings.
Feelings must be mutual.
Respect my being.
And I respect you.
I am Nature.
I S O L A T I O N
Separated. Deserted. Alone. Single.
Not really.
But,
Connected. Included. Not one. A tribe.
Isolation ain’t isolated,
But a happy quarantine.
A cheerful me time,
On a happy selfie rhyme.
Glued to my lappy,
The worlds’ at my desk.
From SARS to CORONA’s,
All connected in my net.
Friends to my fingers,
Hellos at the wats-app.
Cutting real-time peeps.
Instagram says just be.
Claps on my creative,
Social Samosas cheer me loud.
Let’s now debate,
The Quint voices me out.
Alone; a petty status,
Tinder keeps me hooked.
Date, mate and hate,
Creates many stories.
Live is short,
Lasts for a day.
Meet me buddy,
I am today’s, ‘Its Live’.
So much to seek,
From likes to love.
Country’s world-wide,
To n fro land… on my palm.
Isolation ain’t isolated,
It’s the new me.
A diy hack,
My solo space shack.
ISOLATION
I am connected. I am included. I am the one. I am the tribe.
Itni dur main chala,
Dhundla ho gaya,
Apne aks ko kho diya,
Aisa main ulajhta raha.
Kho diya kuch,
Kise…
Aur kaise…
Talaash hai.
Apna koi bhool gaya.
Aasmaan ki udaan,
Taaro ki saugaat,
Timtimati roshni,
Savaari meri jeet ki.
Le gaya apno ko,
Meethe rishton ko,
Mita diye saare faaslein.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.
Kaamyabi ki takht par,
Khada main akela,
Shikhar par sabse aage,
Mere peeche duniyawale.
Taaliyon ka shor,
Khushiyon ki badhayie,
Shabaashi kandho par,
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.
Seedi joh upar le jaaye,
Woh badhti chali jaaye,
Naye mukam dikhayein,
Neeche ka na koi dhaam.
Main band aankhon ka aisa abhaaga.
Itna lamba dekh na paaya.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.
Mehnat se yahan pahucha,
Kashton ko maine saha,
Tum kya jaano iss daur ko,
Har lamha maine jiya.
Yahan aana mera khwaab tha,
Ab aa toh gaya,
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.
Kamyaabi kamaayi,
Daulat aur shaurat bhi,
Jeeta Jag,
Jeeta apna naam.
Phir bhi thodi…Talaash hai.
Haan…
Talaash hai…
Mujhe meri…
Koun tha pehle,
Aaj koun hoon main,
Aaine ne bhi diya dhoka,
Le gaya mujhse meri pehchaan.
Bhagta chala,
Ruke na ruka,
Manzil ka junoon savaar,
Tezi ka main hua shikaar.
Talaash hai…
Mujhe meri.
Mann ke sukoon ki.
Apno ke saath ki.
Ghar ki roti ki.
Mere humsafar ki.
Aaj awaaz do mujhe,
Kaho ab laut chalein,
Talaash hai mujhe…
Tumhari…
Aur hamari!
Khoj hai mujhe…
Meri saans ki,
Band dhadkan ki,
Ruke dil ki.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Thodi tamanna ki,
Halki khwaaish ki,
Beete waqt ki.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Ek pukar ki,
Najhuk hasee ki,
Buland awaaz ki.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Udte parindon ki,
Neele aasmaan ki,
Nayi pehchaan ki.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Manzil ki,
Maksat ki,
Dilerr sahaas ki.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Apni.
Milna hai mujhe…
Khudse.
Judna hai mujhe…
Mann se.
Khoj hai mujhe…
Anant Moksh ki.
What happens…
When clouds of gloom engulf you.
What happens…
When you lose road to dark bushes.
What happens…
When you realize your eyes see ‘black.’
Puzzled vibes. Sorts of intrigue. Much suspense and a handful of drama.
Meet Black – The significant.
Its the ultimate vibrant hue around us. Our basic habitat in which we live most of the time. On general terms black is perceived as the opaque layer of life, which avoids contact with light. But, have you ever pondered Black itself is light?
Rare, but true.
How?
‘Blank’ can be white. But ‘Black out’ is black. The phase of black out then meets the phase of blank creating rays of unseen light to seep inside and search new paradigms.
Close your eyes. Shut your mind. Now you belong to the dark room. Allow the inner conscience to awaken and speak. Lets, first clear all stir and empty the soul. You will find the purest aura of radiant black throwing positive energy around to transcend in different plateaus. The naked black allows you to connect with your inner self and transform you to a higher level of yourself, which then seemed unknown. Black gives fresh air to outgrow from your current bubbles and breathe a different you. Its yogic in form and immerses you in immense tranquility. The mind beckons peace. Stunning thoughts once again pour fresh blood into the stream. New dimensions, untraveled paths, youthful strength and goodness of life – become the focal points. It’s healing. Well, its black.
Now, who am I?
I am mindful.
And self aware.
I am stunning.
Still elegant.
I am reviving.
And evoke style.
I wear attitude.
And look sexy.
I am distinctive.
Still sophisticated.
I am fluid.
And seamless.
I am deep.
To absorb pessimism.
I command power.
And augment celebration.
I chose ‘Black.’
Black opens the mind’s eye. It teaches to visualize who and where I want to be. It gives undying faith to all beliefs. It envisions the road of what I want to journey on. I didn’t lose road in woods. I discovered the road less travelled. Black – the spot, which I took to be a dark stain, actually turned out to be the tint of new hope and new beginnings.
Black is eternal.
You rise from the dust and you go back to the dust. Man is created from ashes to merge back into the same ashes. When life ends, the soul meets the eternal black. The gulf of universal cosmos absorbs and dissolves it in a wide blanket of black. Black is thus soluble. It dissolves. It floats. Still, Black stays. Once again it is re-born to the chakra of karma. Black is non-perishable.
In you I see,
A million stories.
Some to capture,
Some to release.
Lets release,
Dry empty eyes.
Cocooned shells.
Little nothingness.
Hollow space shacks.
Suspended opinions.
And, some aimless desires.
Together lets capture,
White spaces.
Reigning designs.
Thinking pads.
Creative kick starts.
Endless possibilities.
New opportunities.
Focused goalposts.
Black dots.
And, seamless patterns.
Blank Canvas,
I say…
Is nothing.
But a perception.
Of shallow thoughts,
And captive ideas.
No boast to praise,
No toast to raise,
I hit a simple truth,
Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.
The bold individualism.
The attitude in my sleeves.
The mark of silent attention.
The comfort of my jeans.
The scars on my skin.
Allow me to grow thick and thin.
Enthral bold experiences.
Skill thrilling adventures.
Sail mighty endurances.
Toughen gentle resolves.
Perceive grim battles.
Aim me to stand high and tall.
The womb of world,
Calls me names.
Ripping through shuttering eyes,
My feminism cuts barriers ahead.
For new terrains and green plains.
Feminine… I am.
Feminism is me.
Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Na hai uski jaat.
Kaise kahe badi woh baat,
Kya tum jaano uski kitni aukaat?
Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Kitne lagaye anginat rok.
Mohallon se woh aise guzre,
Apni dagar woh likhte chale.
Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Bin taal ke taan chedte rahe.
Par taalim se jude bane,
Yahan, wahan suron ke saaz lagate gaye.
Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Sanaton mein siskiyaan rote hue.
Toofan ka sanket dete gaye.
Jhujte rahe… par jeet ki kashti paar karte gaye.
Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Mukam ki dorr kheechte hue.
Raah mein faasle badhate chale,
Manzil yunhi fateh paati rahe.
Usool bade bedhangi hai,
Unhe banaye kisne?
Mann ka sawaal bana usool,
Raaz mein jawab de gaya usool.
Oye yaaron…Thoda samjho inhe,
Usool bade bedhangi hai!
Yeh raat har roz aati,
Jaane kitne sanaate laati,
Tum kya jaano sanaato ko,
Chupein kai gehre raaz jo.
Dheemi-si chali lambi raat,
Kehti kuch iski kaali jaat,
Sunn dastaan ishq ki,
Mohabbat ke jalte jazbaat ki.
Aaj ki raat akeli yunh,
Dhuan kaali chaadar ka kyon,
Sochu shayad tum aaj aao,
Adhuri aaz ko jaam pilao.
Banke shaayar main baitha,
Haale-e-dil kuch bayaan karta,
Khaamoshi ka izhar karta,
Chandni raat tera deedar karta.
Khoobsoorti tham si gayi,
Dabe hoth sil se gaye,
Sehmi baahein ruki na gayi,
Bikhri silvatein ek paheli de gayi.
Yeh raat har roz aati,
Jaane kitne sanaate laati,
Tum kya jaano sanaato ko,
Chupein kai gehre raaz jo.
Is destiny my sorrow…
Or the reason of the deathly gallows!
Could it be my rejoice…
Else, my true respite!
What is destiny?
Who maketh it?
Thou is my choice.
My armour. My shield.
I am its creator.
In me lies its destruction.
I crumble it.
I resurrect it.
A spell of dark nights,
Stands a white stallion upright.
Paving the dim twilight,
I cross the dense woods.
Reigning a ride of pride,
I mount for my destiny.
Landing on happy surfaces,
My eyes greet ‘Monsieur Monk.’
Hands out two omens,
He demands; make a choice.
Son…choose black, choose white,
Carve thou best luck,
And climb the fate ladder.
O great monk, I replied…
Black is the robe of my scar.
White is my lucky star.
While I adorn the black,
I rise in the glowing white.
I maketh my own ‘Destiny.’
Destiny ain’t a choice to life.
Destiny is my way of life.
Dil kyon rota hai…
Bebas tu kyon hota hai,
Saala apna hi koi khota hai,
Aansoo tu kyon peeta hai.
Anjaano ka mela hai,
Akela tu kyon sota hai,
Aahat teri sune na koi,
Dard tu kyon sehta hai.
Bheed ki awaaz sunn,
Hawa se khoj na paoon,
Tujh tak kaise pahuchu,
Bheetar se tu kyon bolta hai.
Khaamoshi se baitha hai,
Mehsoos kaise karu,
Dhadkan yunh ruk gayi aise,
Waada tu kyon karta hai.
Dil kyon rota hai…
Bebas tu kyon hota hai,
Jhooth aisa bolta hai,
Pal woh ek dhoka hai,
Tanha mann aaj kehta hai,
Zindagi tera saath chota hai,
Dil tu kyon rota hai!
Om shanti…
Om shanti…
Om.
Chant. Recite. Scream.
Scream Loud.
Hello, anyone in there?
Can you hear me?
Its me. Hellos…
Ever wondered does God hear us? Do our prayers reach him? Since childhood our deep-rooted cultures taught us to pray. Prayers upon the first rise, prayers for the first morsel, prayers before bed. Prayers say it all.
‘Prayers’ – the tiny messengers to God.
From my kidding days to greying today, I’ve mastered my prayers thoroughly. As time grew my mental maths got much weaker but my prayers grew larger and stronger. Unshakable pillars engraved inside me, I guess.
Truly undisputed. Aren’t they?
What is a Prayer?
It often makes me ponder. On a simplified note I’d rather say its my heartfelt convo with my 3.00 am buddy – God. Also it could be some kinda group talkathon which reels loud mantras and shlokas in bold chants. Is it a propaganda too of the societal rights and the wrongs we follow. Can prayer be ‘The spiritual habitat?’
Can a prayer compel me to look deep within and know the real me?
Prayer with Technology
Today, everything comes at our comfort lap. We need not seek hibernation in Himalayas and meditate with penance for days and months to reach out to God. Google Apps saved us. Our lives are much sorted. Technology helps us bridge the gap. Prayer is more of an User experience (UX) today. With the flexibility in its nature it offers an adaptable interface. One can program it and re-program it much to his/her suitable needs. All it takes is a simple tweet with a send button no matter where you are. The scores pomp a million views with a thousand likes on your desktop. I’m sure it has reached the palmtop of God too and now your prayer ought to be answered in a quickie.
Are we nurturing a generation of mockery to follow the wisdom of Ai rather than the power of our own heartfelt?
I am stalking God
I follow God everywhere. Why? Because I fear. My fear is gripped tight underneath my heels and takes me places far and near. The dilemma of ‘What ifs’ is a choco-block in my head. Am I inviting some bad episode? Its like a game. One rule missed and the bad omen gets a ‘life’. The fear allows me to trade with God. Commerce is in my DNA. Bargains and exchanges become the primary oaths of my prayer.
Am I challenging the very being of God and the immortal strength in prayers?
I am an Atheist
I don’t pray. I don’t believe in it. I don’t know its type. The non-prayer is my real type – my true religion. That’s my pattern. Prayer ain’t in captivity but in liberation. Prayer lies in a simple connect with the nature. The painter is an atheist. He hyms a prayer with his abstract. He worships the hues of his palette. His picture paints beautiful dots with God. The writer is an atheist. His pen conveys volumes of meaningful and desired conversations with God. The yogi is an atheist. His meditation is a path of zen to God. The warrior is an atheist. Courage is his release. And the strength to knock life back in its boots is his sole path to God.
To me prayer is what I send as a signal wave in nature and in return mother nature gifts it back to me. Prayer is in chaos and love, both. Its in a gentle smile, a warm hug and a cheeky peck of simple love. It’s a loud unheard voice of my inner silence. It’s the small humdrum of my soulspeak. Prayer is the faith of my will. It’s a discipline that I strictly follow obey its rules by heart. Its in the sublime power to submit to the light of my inner self and come in unison with the outer cosmos. Prayer is to heal me with my rights and wrongs of life. I call it my safety belt – my very own being.
I ring a prayer everyday. Do you?
Main aisa kyon hoon?
Main waisa kyon hoon?
Aksar main sochu yoonh…
Raaton ko na soye…
Lootera koi churaiye chain,
Khuli potli… nikli toli,
Shikayat bani badi kahaani.
Kyon na aage badha…
Maksat ne mukam ko choda,
Haar bhi lagi itni nyaari,
Main bana ‘Mr. Sthaayi.’
Maa ki daat chila ke boli,
Teacher ki maar zor se padi,
Pitaji ne phir haari baazi,
Dost ne bhi de di gaali.
Din bane hafte,
Aur hafte beetein saal,
Mann se goonji ek pukar,
Arz kar pyaare… ‘kaabil’ mere bhai.
Phir ek din aaya,
Naya daur laya,
Chal uth mere sher,
Bola… Main hoon kaabil.
Mann ka kona tatol,
Oorja ki kiran ko khol,
Bana apni raah khud,
Aisi soch tu bol.
Tera aks hoon main,
Saamne khada hoon main,
Thoda bheetar jaankh,
Apni manzil ko talash.
Aao nayi umang rache,
Jag ki rekha ko jode,
Khwaab jaga hoonar ka,
Hounsla bana laajawab.
Band moothi ki duniya choti,
Khuli hatheli ka aasmaan niraala,
Alag soch ka banja taara,
Kaabil hai; maa ka laadla.
Main aisa kyon hoon?
Main waisa kyon hoon?
Kore panno pe likhu yoonh…
Main ‘Kaabil.’
Kaabil meri soch.
Soch se rahe pehchaan.
Pehchaan se saara zamaana.
Zamaane se aage main.
Mujhse meri zindagi.
Zindagi se mera wajud.
Wajud se mera kaam.
Kaam se mera naam.
Clutched in shackles of bondage,
Peace is my destination.
Running cold shivers to the spine,
Tranquility is nothing but a perception.
I walk the aisle of fire,
Draining the truth in vain.
My gumboots ran cold in chilly snow,
Warmth is nothing but a perception.
Cold blood baths wet my land,
Loathing cries pain the new widow.
Sacrifice inherits delirium,
Revenge is nothing but a perception.
Violence ain’t any solution,
Vengeance is no justice.
The able mind to strum the right chord,
Happiness is then a real perception.
Happiness strings music,
Music plays harmony,
Harmony bridges freedom,
Freedom unveils salvation,
Salvation is then nothing,
My only ‘true perception.’
Ae musafir…
Ruk zara,
Dekh, yahan…
Thoda wahan bhi…
Aankhen band kar,
Mann ki nazar khol,
Paaoge mujhe,
Meri rooh ko.
Mere ehsaas ko.
Main bani aarzoo,
Main rahoon sach,
Pehchaan mujhe…
Main hoon woh,
Main thodi si ‘Chhapak’.
…Na dekh mera rang,
Na dekh mera roop,
Main pyaari Chhapak,
Keval dekh; mera mann.
Nazar na rakh kayar,
Aankhein na juka sharam si,
Main masoom Chhapak,
Dua kar; zamaana rahe paak.
Andhere ka mooh kaala,
Ujaale pe kyon laga taala,
Main timtimati Chhapak,
Sitaaron sa; mera aashiyana.
Dard ki na koi bhasha,
Satya ki na koi zubaan,
Main adbhut Chhapak,
Insaaf bana; jeevan ka saath.
Phir ek daur aaya,
Hua naya janam,
Mita nishaan kalank ka.
Badal ne bahein kholi,
Hawa ne khuli saans li,
Gun gunati main yunhi boli,
Main thodi si ‘Chhapak’.
Celebrating National Poetry Month – ‘April’
Aaj mausam tanha hai,
Pal kuch khafa hai,
Thodi si pehchaan toh do.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Mohobbat se aaj ishq hai!
Shabdon ne racha mayajaal,
Mann phir bhi na de sukoon,
Aitbaar teri nishaani ka.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Sile hoth bole nayi kahaani!
Banjaaro ki basti badi,
Dil-da-badshah ek,
Pyaar di sachi talaash.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Intezaar ki dastak bani deewangi!
Dil tu kyon qaidi hai,
Chodd saath bewafa ka,
Sunn pukar khule aasman ki.
Zindagi, tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Apne hi mohalle se tu fanaa hai!
Ae, zindagi poochoon main aaj,
Aakhir tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Bata, kya tera raaz.
Agar, sawal hai tu.
Toh wajah bhi tu.
Agar, nafrat bani tu.
Toh ulfat bhi tu.
Agar, mazhab rahe tu.
Toh matlab bhi tu.
Agar, mera aks tu.
Toh, chaaya bhi tu.
Agar, dard de tu.
Toh, dawa bhi tu.
Agar, tamashaa bana tu.
Toh, haqueeqat bhi sirf tu.
Tu hai junoon.
Tu hi kare jung.
Ae, zindagi tu kyon khaamosh hai…
Aaj, gulha hawa mein tera shahed hai,
Tujhse hi main rahoon,
Mujh mein hi tu rahe.
Ae, zindagi…
Tu kyon khaamosh hai?
Jitni shiddat se paana chahu,
Utni dooor tu jaana chahe,
Tehr gaya mera mann bhi,
Kya tu khwaab hai, ya koi haqueeqat!
Ruka hoon paas aane ko,
Aaz bhi badhti chali,
Saansein meri tham gayi,
Kya tu sach hai, ya koi saazish!
Ban jaa dil ki aarzoo,
Rooh ki tamanna bhi tu,
Poori kar mere lab ki khwaaish,
Kya tu chahat hai, ya koi numaaish!
Iss raat ki ho na subah,
Deep jale; roshan bane chandni,
Shama pighalti gayi,
Kya tu ijazzat hai, ya dil ki zamaanat!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZ1qdWvNedQ
A tribute to all the Indian Jawans who lost their lives in Kashmir for the motherland on 14/02/19 – Jai Hind!
Koun hai tu…
Pesh karo pehchaan.
Josh bhi ek,
Junoon bhi ek,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?
Kahan se aaya tu…
Elaan karo mazhab.
Mandir bhi ek,
Masjid bhi ek,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?
Koun hai tera messiah…
Kiska tu padhe kalma.
Aankh se barse shola,
Chaati se phate jwaala,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?
Kis maksat se tu aaya…
Kaisa baarood tu laaya.
Mastak ka tilak bhi lal,
Rakt ka lep bhi lal,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?
Kaisa maahol tu laya…
Kaala sanaata chaaya.
Na dikhi sooni kalai,
Na suni maa ki fariyaad,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?
Kya naam hai tera ‘Aatank?’…
Gaon mein phire, tu banke khouf.
Goli se tu khele holi,
Maut se rahe aankh micholi,
Phir bhi kyon lahu ke do rang?
O re ‘Aatank’…
Sun meri bhi chetaavni.
Na jaanoo teri jaat,
Na dikhe tera bhed,
Paar joh kar di tune sarhad,
Laang doon main bhi seema.
Kasam mere tirange ki,
Ghuss kar tere bill mein,
Kar doon chaathi teri chalni.
Yeh watan hai mera,
Main hoon iska sipahi.
Lal hai mera rang,
Lal hi mera lahu hai.
‘Salute to the Indian Army’.
Toasting ‘1st anniversary’ to Ad Passions Infinite – 23/01/18 to 23/01/19.
Beedi poori phookh daali,
Chilum bola; bhai apun bhi tere saath,
Yaad mein nikla sirf dhuan.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Katte pe raha intezaar,
Ek…ich pyaali mein apna pyaar,
Socha aayegi aaj toh bahaar.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Lamp-post ki batti gul,
Gully mein andhera full,
Billo rani banegi bijli.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Signal pe dum mara,
Lal, pili dekhta raha,
Hari pe hui gaadi chalu.
Baap, apni toh ho..re..lli hai shuru.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Gateway se banstand tak chala,
Pathar pe naam bhi likh daala,
Issh…strong banegi apni kahaani.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Apni bhi private gaadi,
Neeli batti wali Auto niraali,
Ek…ich seat pe chipke apun dono,
Aaju-baju bajega no pandu.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Gulab pakda haath mein,
Candle light ka booking dhabe pe,
Darling, pyaar se kha toh lo,
Kya tasty…ichh hai chicken masala.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Johri apni ki jeb ke andar,
Anguthi pahuchi ghar ke bheetar,
Maar hi daala mauke pe chouka,
Tu…ich maangta apun ke dil ko.
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Shaadi banayegi apne se,
Kholi liya tere waaste,
Einglis medium ki paltan apunki,
Kya banegi tu ab; meri baiko?
Saala, Love yeh kaisa,
Apna time aayega…
Perched on a dark cliff,
Inside the dense woods,
I meet a petite robin,
Donned in an amber hood.
He dives into the deep sea,
Fears no dead waves,
Shores back to n fro,
Anchoring firm on his rising fins.
He braves the scarlet roads,
Masks a warrior demon,
Combats tall in grim battles,
Conquering scars on gliding bows.
The call of silence awakens him,
The sound of dream beckons him,
He is the untamed.
Born now, he is the ‘Rebel.’
To the conviction,
To the faith,
He paints the abstract.
He is the Rebel.
To the passion,
To the cause,
He rides his belief.
He is the Rebel.
To the origin,
To the pattern,
He ain’t lie morbid.
He is the Rebel.
To the price,
To the reward,
He reigns the hat.
He is the Rebel.
To the force,
To the strength,
He masters his choice,
He is the Rebel.
He is guts.
He is glory.
He is legend.
He is the story.
He is the Rebel.
He is substance.
He is existence.
He is freedom.
He is immortal.
He is inside me.
I am the ‘Rebel.’
Ek des mera,
Ek gaon mera,
Gaon mein rehti meri maai,
Saath na chootein kabhi tera,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.
Kudrat teri paanch oongli,
Bhinn soch paanchon ki,
Band karlu moothi banjaye,
Saath na tootein ek moothi ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.
Sar zameen ko salaam mera,
Raah meri maine hai chooni,
Modh na le alag inn raaston ka,
Saath na badlein dishaaon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.
Samundar teri khoob badi gehrai,
Pyaas alag sabke mann ko bhaayie,
Dhaara yunh behti banke Ganga,
Saath na ruke tere boondon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.
Gulshan khile baghbaan ka,
Khooshboo bani rajnigandha ki,
Kesariya rang bikhra baadal mein,
Saath na mitein sugandh ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.
Vichaar alag, bhasha anek,
Basera wahi sabka ek,
Lehrata tiranga gagan mein rang laya,
Saath na bhoolein mitti ke lahu ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.
O, lovely damsel, stop…
A faint voice mellowed in wild air.
Tell me thy story.
A petite white lily,
Shining dreams in tiny eyes,
Rolling around green moss,
Standing tall, amidst the growing grass.
Playful mud she adorns,
Blissful soak of platonic amuse,
Lonely streets make a wander haven,
Together, thy create her paradise galore.
Mighty glass ceilings she unfolds,
Wrapped in oodles of societal norms,
The spirit inside her shouts loud,
Alone, I beat the chauvinism sojourn.
Uncertain solitude she braves,
It raises a gentle mother in her,
She births the future of tomorrow,
Builds a generous nation of able minds.
I am the woman of today.
Born centuries ago.
Courage is my shining armour.
No odd thy break me.
Thou respect me, thou love me.
I believe, who I am.
I am the, ‘Woman of ‘Courage.’
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jahus_0mysI
Samundar ke tat par,
Aayi ek leher oonchi,
Khaara paani bheega le gayi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe choo aa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!
Dooor dooor tak faili,
Ret ki lambi chaadar,
Komal chaav se lipti rahi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe sarahyaa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!
Chadhta suraj apni jawaani mein,
Peeli roshni neele amber mein,
Odh lu kesariya rang chunar ka,
Oof kya tumne mujhe bikhraya…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!
O ri chori, ab sun le mari zara,
Halki muskaan ki meethi hasi hoon main,
Khaamosh zubaan ka alfaz hoon main,
Sulagti aag ki shama hoon main,
Dhadakte dil ki aag hoon main,
Dabe ehsaas ka raaz hoon main,
Rom rom ki pukar hoon main,
Teri rooh mein hoon main tehra,
Meera ke mann ka hoon main basera.
Kisan mein hai tera sparsh,
Tujse hi hoon main,
Mujhse hi hai teri leela,
Main hoon tera sparsh.
I wail in tears,
A gentle smile lifts me.
I fall in stupor,
The mighty lift wakes me.
I fail to giant storms,
A warm pat puts my grip back.
I loath in sadness,
A brave heart pours courage in me.
I succumb to defeat,
An innate warrior flushes hot blood again.
Ye ye… I wonder in awe,
Who is this?
Where does it hail from?
A mellow voice rings in my ears,
I am the ‘Strength’.
I am infinite.
I gave you life.
I yielded you.
My womb nurtured you,
To live for eternity.
I am your ‘Maa’.
I am your Strength.
Dedicated to my Mom. You melt in the cosmos but your undying spirit is the charisma of my strength. Love you, Maa!
Halki hawa ka jhoka aaya,
Mohabbat ka toofan laaya,
Preet bano tum meri,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.
Udta hara dupatta tera,
Lipta neele aasman ko,
Khanakti kangan main thaam lu,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.
Reshami zulfein mahek laaye,
Rang isha ka yunhi lehraye,
Saaz koi chedu dil ke kone ka,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.
Bekarar dil ki awaaz sunn,
Sailaab jazbaaton ka behne do,
Ban jao tum wajah mere ehsaas ki,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.
Nanhi ek kali,
Choti bani shararat,
Tim tim karta woh taara,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.
Kore kagaz ki naav,
Le chalu dariya uss paar,
Badal mein base mera ghar,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.
Pahadon ki choti par,
Rehti nagri sundar phoolon ki,
Pedon ki chaav mein ja lipti,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.
Baarish ki basti aayi,
Masti ki woh subah chaayi,
Gile paton ki oss ko odhh lu,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.
Kache dhaage dosti ke,
Wadein jhoomtein jhulon ke,
Gagan ke parindo se bhi aage,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.
Umr ka koi hisab nahi,
Masoom mann ka jawab nahi,
Duniya ki nazaron se na dekho,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.
Dua karoon uss bhagwan se,
Salaamat rahe mahal yeh,
Doli saje sundar khawabon ki,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.
Dhuaan iss hawa mein,
Mehek teri mere mann mein,
Uff, yeh kya ho gaya,
Benakab hua nasha,
Pyaar ka iss dil mein.
Gulabi rang kyon chaaya…,
Armaan honton se takraya,
Uff, yeh kya mehfil hai,
Bechain hua nasha,
Jazbaaton ka iss khayaal mein.
Jaadu tere husn ka,
Ada meri madhoshi ka,
Uff, yeh kya khoobsoorti hai,
Qayamat hua nasha,
Raat ki iss jawaani mein.
Reshmi toofan aaya,
Aankhon se paigam laya,
Uff, yeh kya masti hai,
Humsafar hua nasha,
Meethe rishton ka iss palkon mein.
Faaslon ka mukam aaya,
Teri umeed ka maahol laya,
Uff, yeh kya kalma padha,
Ishq hua nasha,
Mazahab dhadktein dilon mein.
Mulakat hui jab dard se,
Kashish lipti tere ehsaas se,
Uff, yeh kya bhool hai,
Zindagai hua nasha,
Maseeha dua ka sulagti rooh mein.
Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke zindagi abhi baki hai.
Yeh manzilein hai nayi,
Phir wohi raaston pe purani kasmein hai.
Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke udte parindon ki nishaani hai.
Aaj khula hai aasmaan,
Kuch door saath chalne ki baatein hai.
Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dhun abhi baki hai,
Ek saaz koi hai cheddaa,
Dua mere ishq ki bezubaani hai.
Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke khwaaishein abhi baki hai.
Boond barsaat ki hai sang,
Yunhi badalte mausam ki javaani hai.
Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dilon mein aag lagna baki hai,
Kuch tere hai darmiyaan,
Aaj sulagti shama ki ravani hai.
Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke kadmon ko sambhalna baki hai.
Yeh dastaan hai nayi,
Judaa mohabbat ki yeh kahaani hai.
Kaali chaadar mein…
Raat badhti hai.
Dheemi shama…
Thodi jalti hai.
Teri khaamoshi…
Aaj kehti hai.
Aarzoo banke,
Dilse behti hai!
Ami
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